The sky it rains. Not the calming water, but the smell of smoke and heat. The sky is dark.. And I have surround myself in a pile of ashes. A pile I relate to the most.. A pile of burning happiness and hope.
I've Burned down to the point I blow away to the slightest wind. People run from me, try and make me Dissapear..they put out my spark, leaving now just a sky full of ashes.
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MindFulMess .5 (Growing up Series)
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